can i PLEASE get some damien headcanons i love my hot goth daddy
- right off the bat I’m gonna say that damien’s had top surgery?? if ur telling me that damien wears a long sleeve shirt, a dark colored vest, a cape, AND a binder u got me fucked up do you know how hot that is??? to be wearing all day????
- damien’s a kid at heart. wanna know why???????????? damien got the sads one day so he and dadsona built a huge pillow and blanket fort where they cuddled all day. all. day.
- when damien got his cloak he initially stitched secret pockets into it so he could do….. magic tricks. that’s right. but now he doesn’t really have time to practice any cool magic tricks so he just uses the pockets for practicality? like on that date where he whips out an entire picnic from his cloak? he’s very proud of his pockets
- his library is full of but not limited to: classic Victorian literature (a section he usually takes his guests to so he can impress them), the naruto fanfiction (dadsona only found it probably cause damien was just. ‘ohgodtheresthishotdadinmyhouseihopehelikesme’ and he got distracted), those popular teen books (harry potter, percy jackson, etc from when he tried to get lucien into reading), some more literature from his private collection (you know that book called Fangirl? yeah, basically that genre, but an entire section of it)
- damien likes going out to his garden and saying hello to his gargoyles. he named them ridiculous things (“how are you, Wilhelmina?” “such a fine eve, isn’t it, Kakashi?”) and whenever someone says something rude about his gargoyles he covers their ears (“oh Adelaide, don’t listen to them, you’re gorgeous”) and he love them cause they’re the closest thing in his house he can get to a dog
- one time lucien convinced him to wear fake vampire teeth to a cookout to scare Robert and when he opened his mouth robert kinda… was amazed? like he pulled on lucien’s teeth so he could see them better. then damien said “boo” and Robert screamed and fell on his ass and lucien got the whole thing on video. damien felt so bad afterwards. he made robert an ‘im sorry’ bouquet (robert kept it, it was the first time anyone gave him flowers)
- he has really high pitched hiccups and sneezes that are so adorable but he’s really embarrassed about it. whenever he starts hiccuping uncontrollably around dadsona, and dadsona just hugs him and tells him how cute he is, all damien can do to cope is bury his face in his hands and hope dadsona doesn’t see how red his face is. give this man the love he deserves
- damien!!!!! knows!!!!!! french!!!!!!! or at least he used to be fluent. he knows a few phrases and could probably get his way around France. he learned it when he was young cause he was obsessed with the language of love and… idk… if you speak to him in french he’ll blush… even if you say something simple like “yo dude the mac is done homie” in french it’ll still give him butterflies. bonus points if dadsona is french.
- damien takes scorching hot showers. you tried to join him one time but you ended up getting third degree burns. meanwhile damien is totally fine?? ? and he just stands there on the hottest setting?? like it’s nothing????? damien loves it??
Anon Request: May I please request a star lord one shot where you and Peter really hate each other and you always disobey his orders and you’re both constantly fight but there’s lots of sexual tension and one day you and him get trapped in the ship and you’re yelling at him and he’s had enough and smutty smut where we get dominant star lord? Thank you you soooo much oh and btw I ADORE YOUR WRITING💕/hiiii, so idek how to say this but i really want a ‘bad girl’ and spanking/daddy kink going on with our sexy star-dork, i meant, star-lord. let’s make it very rough and animalistic. oh god i need help im sorry im awkward. thank you so much and im a fan of your work :)
i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in like 10 years but here ya go! enjoy!
The loud slam of your door echoed through the ship. God, you needed to either punch something or scream. He was so goddamn infuriating and you were reaching your breaking point. Peter was always on your ass about something and he was especially pissy today just because you didn’t listen to him on the mission.
Essentially, your plan was much better than his. But because he was the great Star Lord and everything had to go his way or else he’d throw a bitch fit, you went with his idea. Basically, you were sent out to stop some group of galactic douchebags who were on a rampage planet over planet, stealing and murdering innocent people. Their leader was an easy target, for he was obnoxious and gaudy whenever he made his appearance.
“Stay behind and wait for the signal,” Peter ordered. You rolled your eyes, but cooperated and got into place with him behind the grimy dumpster. However, the leader came stumbling out of the bar he was currently pillaging. He was obviously inebriated, judging by his slightly greened, yellow skin and the sloppy smile painted across his face. And, there were also only three of his bodyguards with him. There couldn’t have been a more golden opportunity.
Moving to charge at them, Peter stopped you by grabbing your ankle. He was still crouched on the ground and he shot you warning look that let you know if you did this, you’d be in trouble later. Deep down, you relished in pissing him off, so you silently blew him a kiss and slipped out from behind your hiding place.
It was almost too easy enough taking them down. A few good punches and a swift kick to the groin later, they were all whining on the ground like newborns babies. Even though you’d earned yourself a nice bruise to the cheek, you grinned valiantly in Peter’s direction. However, the loud bang of the bar door being kicked open made you jump and, once the rest of the group saw their leader was on unconscious on the ground with you standing over him, and all out warfare began. You were lucky enough to dodge the first few blasts of gunfire and run back behind the dumpster as the Guardians shot back.
Once the firing had stopped and bodies lied splayed across the ground, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair calmingly. Your wrist was gripped tightly by none other that Quill, who pulled you up harshly from your stooped position into a standing one.
“What the hell happened to the plan?” he gritted. You tried pulling your hand away but he was stronger, especially when he was angry.
“I improvised,” you replied coolly. This time, you were successful in ripping your arm back and you turned on your heel before walking away. Usually, this was his cue to shut up and drop it. But, when you heard his heavy footsteps behind you and felt his taut grip on your upper arm, it seemed as though this was far from over.
“Don’t walk away from me!” he yelled, stopping you in place. Your eyes widened slightly at the volume of his voice, for he was never one to really yell, but you quickly recouped yourself. “I am sick and tired of you not listening to me! You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep pulling stupid shit like this!”
To be fair, he was right. You didn’t listen to him or anyone for that matter. Taking orders from someone else was something you rarely did and, because of that fact, there were always problems between Peter and yourself. He wanted to control you, you didn’t want to be controlled.
“Back off, Star Bitch,” you fought back, using that name you knew he loathed. “I took him down just like I was supposed to. What more do you want from me?”
“I want you to stop acting like a bratty little kid and take orders properly!” He stepped closer to you in an attempt to be intimidating. You moved even closer, unafraid while almost completely closing the space between you two.
“I don’t need to take orders from anyone, especially you!”
Peter’s glare was hard, eyes narrowed and ablaze. You weren’t scared of him whatsoever and definitely weren’t going to be talked down to like you were born yesterday. The bickering and fighting continued all the way back to the ship and was only interrupted when the talking tree said his only line.
“I am Groot.”
“Haha, I was thinking the same thing,” Rocket laughed. Simultaneously, you and Peter both directed your daggering glances from each other to the small raccoon. He held his paws up in defense and shook his head, still chuckling obnoxiously. “Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t say it.”
“Then what did he say?” you demanded.
“That you two should just do it already.” Unintentionally, your jaw dropped at the insane thought. You, luckily, were able to fight down the heat that threatened to crawl up your cheeks and come up with something to say back so you didn’t look as dumbfounded as you felt.
“Sorry, but huge asshole isn’t my type.”
“Well, aggravating bitch isn’t mine,” Peter retorted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, storming back to your bunk. This was always happening, but it’d never gone this far. Anger boiled deep within you and your mind wandered around murder and how to get away with it. There suddenly was a loud pounding at your door and you groaned loudly as you were forced to get up. After maliciously flinging the door open the door, it was none other than Quill again.
“And by the way- whoa!” He was cut off short by his body being forced in a collision with yours. Losing your balance, the both of you fell to the ground in a heap with the weight of his body almost crushing you completely. You caught a glimpse of Drax before the the door slammed shut, meaning he was the one who pushed him, and a heavy click followed. Shoving Peter off, you got up and went to open the door. When you pressed the button, and an ear piercing hiss was heard. Judging by the sound, someone must’ve rewired your door to lock from the outside and you resorted to pounding your hands against it.
“Let us out!” you called, still thumping your palms against the exit.
“Oh no, neither of you are getting out of there until you make up… or make out,” Rocket announced through the door. You faintly heard him snicker to himself before he continued. “Seriously though, you guys are giving us all a headache.”
“If you don’t let us out of here, I swear I’m going to skin you alive,” you threatened, desperate to leave this confined space. Especially when Peter was in there with you.
“We’ll be back later and if you have to go, try holding it in. Have fun!”
“Rocket!” you screamed. Giving up, you turned around and leaned back against the door, sliding down into a slump on the floor.
You went for God knows how long without talking. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? The concept of time seemed to disappear more and more as the tension grew the same. Finally, he spoke.
“This is all your fault,” Peter muttered to himself, now lounging like a fat cat on top of your bed. How dare he?
“You got something to say, Star Bitch?” you sassed, getting up from your seated position. You strutted over to the bed where he lied lazily with his hands folded behind his head and you put your own hands on your hips. At the mention of the nickname he hated, Quill glared up at you and sat up.
“Yeah, (Y/N), I do. This is all your fault,” he repeated while standing up so he could tower over you.
“Please elaborate for me.”
“Well maybe, just maybe, if you listened to me for once in your goddamn life,” he explained condescendingly whilst taking steps forward, urging you to step back, “none of this would’ve happened.”
“Well maybe, just maybe, you can kiss my ass.” And with that, you pushed past him and went to sit on your bed, arms folded under your chest. However, he quickly pulled you up from your seated position and slammed you against the wall, holding your wrists down so you couldn’t move. His movements were fast and, on impact, almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. “Get your hands of me you piece of-”
You were cut off short by his lips pressed in a bruising kiss against yours. It was astonishing, for it was the last thing you expected. A war raged within your mind, battling between whether to still be angry or not. It was very confusing. You welcomed yelling and screaming, maybe even some hitting, but this newfound intimacy was shocking. And judging by the growing warmth in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t completely dissatisfied with it. An unintentional moan escaped your throat as your eyes fluttered closed and you finally joining in the kiss.
Your wrists were still pinned against the wall so you unable to touch him and his grip tightened even more as he moved to nip sensually at your neck. Gasping as his teeth sunk into your delicate flesh, he sucked a mark then move to whisper against your ear.
“You need to learn how to listen and not be so defiant,” he muttered, his voice an octave lower than usual, “and, obviously, I’m gonna be the one to have to teach you.”
Even though his tone was an enormous turn on, his words themselves were not. Something in the back of your mind still didn’t sit well with obeying him, but you played along with his little game anyways.
“Now,” he began as he released your hands to grab your ass instead, “what was it you were about to call me?” You hesitated, debating on whether or not to actually tell him you were going to call him a piece of shit. But he was impatient and demanded your answer by pressing his thigh against your pant-clad, yet heated, core. You threw your head back against the wall and began melting slowly. “Answer me.”
“Daddy,” you moaned, not actually meaning to call him that. As soon as it slipped out, you immediately felt embarrassed and awaited a snarky remark about your secret kink.
“That’s more like it,” he hummed. This whole experience was just surprise after surprise and, to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop. “Anything I say, you do and you ask for permission otherwise. Understand?”
“Yes,” you corrected yourself. “Yes, Daddy.”
“Go over to the bed.”
You wanted to put up a fight, you wanted to give him a hard time but your legs were already shuffling towards his desired spot. He strutted up behind you and moved your hair to one side to leave rough kiss on the nape of your neck. His lips smirked against your skin when you moaned and Quill forced you onto the bed on your hands and knees. You kept your face forward and suddenly felt your pants being tugged past your hips, consequently exposing your butt to the mild air of the vessel. His fingers traced the curve of your bottom and you shivered with delight, feeling yourself getting wetter with anticipation.
“Count them,” he ordered. Before you could question what he meant, a hard slap made contact with your skin. It stung badly but he soothed it over with the palm of his hand.
“One,” you said, breathing uneven. Smack after smack after smack, your cheeks turning bright red under his hard touch. You were at 13 now and you could barely take anymore. Peter could tell by your heavy pants that you were though and flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft mattress.
Peter took his jacket off and threw it across the room a little too dramatically. It fell into the corner with a loud thud and you would’ve laughed at his over-intense attitude had your clothes not been practically being ripped off.
Your top was ripped over your head, your bra snapped open, your pants pulled off your legs, leaving you only in your panties. In the heat of the moment, you forgot the rules and tried pulling at his soft cotton shirt. Quill stopped, smacking your hands away and grabbing your jaw to make your look at him. His eyes were cold and serious and you felt anxious as you lie naked underneath him.
“What did I say?” he asked harshly.
“Anything you say, I do and I ask for permission otherwise,” you repeated his words from before meekly.
“Good girl. And did you ask permission to take off my clothes?”
“Peter, c’mon, I-”
“Daddy, please. I want you,” you begged. Your body was hot and on fire, for all you wanted was him. It was taking too long and patience wasn’t one of your virtues. He began trailing kisses down your body and you shivered under each one. His teeth grazed over your hip bone as his finger hooked under the waistband of your underwear. Then, he pried you thighs open, holding your legs tightly in place and exposing your wetness.
Peter nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the scruff of his beard slightly tickling you.
“Daddy,” you pleaded again, desperate for something. He chuckled a little to himself before ghosting his tongue all the way up your pussy, getting a full taste. You gasped at the terrific sensation, which egged him on. He sucked on your clit, licked patterns around and dipped his tongue inside you. My God, he was good at this. It seemed as though he was everywhere at once, a climax slowly consuming you. Your lower stomach burned with need and you called out his name, so close to it. Then he pulled away completely. You looked down to see his that stupid smirk he always wore. He crawled up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.
“It’s about time I make you as frustrated as you make me. You don’t come until I say so.”
“God, Peter, I swear- oh!” He curled his fingers inside you, stroking your g-spot with each pump. Just like before, you were at the edge only to be left there without release when he pulled away again. It took everything in you not to just finish yourself off, but you waited as best you could as you watched him remove his garments. You reveled in his incredible physique, his line of work keeping him in amazing shape.
Then he pounced on you, completely nude with a striking erection. His muscles were robust, his body hard against yours. He smelled of his masculine cologne and intoxicating musk that you could get used to. You waited for it, the sweetness you’d feel when he was finally giving it to you, but it never came. Instead, he littered your neck with kisses and bites which, while it was enjoyable, you wanted to cherry on top.
“Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please,” you whined. He grinned against you skin then moved to nibble on your ear.
“Are you gonna listen to me from now on? Be a good girl for me?” he bargained. When the words ‘good girl’ fell from his lips, your hunger only grew more insatiable. You’d never nodded harder in your life and as soon as you agreed, because you knew he wanted it too, he thrust into you. A loud moan was heard on your part and you were thankful everyone was gone or else they would’ve surely heard it.
His cock was thick and filled you perfectly. Peter started off slow, then picked up and an incredible pace. You were already so close, but you held out the best you could. His skin was dewy and you wanted to lick every inch of it.
“Daddy, please can I?” you breathed needily.
“Go ahead, babygirl.” In a matter of second, with the help of that little pet name, you were shouting his name to the rooftops as you finally got what you wanted. Heat flashes and stars consumed you as you exhaled, feeling all the tension wash away. Quill came too, a heavy grunt and a ‘fuck’ enacted from him.
He rolled down next to you, both of you sweaty and sticky but satisfied completely. About 2 minutes later, the same loud click from before was heard and you had just enough time to cover your exposed body before Rocket strolled in with a grossed out look on his face.
“So, I see you two… made up,” he hesitated. You couldn’t help laughing a little and Peter joined in. Rocket groaned and turned to leave. “You humans are so disgusting, I swear…”
A/N: i have so many derek requests but this has been sitting in my ask for a long time and i finally got around to doing it, yay. also, this is pure fucking filth so if you’re under 18, don’t read it. (or any of my writing really.) thank you.
the classroom was loud as you sat in history class in beacon hills highschool. everyone was talking and giggling about what they’d done at the weekend having no clue how you and your pack had put your lives on the line just to keep them safe yet again, but that wasn’t what was on your mind.
tapping your pen off of the desk, you stared at the back of scotts head with your fist resting under your chin. you knew he could feel you burning holes into him yet he didn’t turn around, knowing your eyes were filled with fire solely directed at him.
it was no secret that you and scott had been known to fool around with each other, yet it had been weeks since he’d even spoke a word to you let alone touched you.
Overview: You’ve been dating Shawn for a while and you haven’t kissed and you really want to but you’re really nervous about it
Requested: Yaaas- sorry if it wasn’t exactly what you were thinking, I tried my best :)
Authors note: IM SCREAMING THE WHOLE TIME I WROTE THIS, but seriously I’m actually semi proud of this so I hope you all like it and who ever requested this thank you so so so much for the idea
I wanted to kiss Shawn really bad- I’m not going to lie, but being around Shawn made me incredibly nervous that I just couldn’t seem to do it. I had plenty of opportunities to go for it but every time my nerves got the best of me.
First time I realized I wanted to, it was the coffee shop date last week.
“Did you really say that to him?” Shawn chuckles, taking a sip from this hot chocolate.
“Well, I said it in my head,” I say sheepishly, stirring my hot beverage with a spoon. I look up at him to see him already staring, head leaning against his propped up hand.
There was something different about his gaze that day that I couldn’t seem to pinpoint. It made my stomach churn with nerves, my hands tingle and it was if all I could see was him, everything in the background seeming to disappear.
All I had to do was lean in and kiss him. Just like that.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” I murmur. Of course instead I say this, looking away, not being able to hold such a stare.
“Like what?” Shawn hums and when I look back at him the same look is still there.
“I don’t know,” I giggle, feeling slightly embarrassed.
“Does me starring at you make you uncomfortable?” His eyes darken slightly and he leans in towards me. Kiss him, do it, I try and urge myself.
“Shawn,” I say nervously, twisting one of the rings I wore around my finger.
“Okay, Okay,” He chuckles, backing off.
I lift my drink to my lips, gaze still locked on Shawn, a faint smirk on his face and I could see the same look that he had when he was on stage right there where he sat in front of me. Happiness.
The next time it appeared was when we were driving to his parents. Shawn sat in the driver’s seat, hands clenched tightly on the wheel in case a sudden gust of icy wind blew us off the road.
The snow was coming down faster and I wouldn’t be surprised if we would have to sleep at his parents.
“It says that’s the turn there,” I say, quickly pointing to an exit off the main road that the GPS was highlighting, the snow falling so thick that it was easy to miss the last turn off. Shawn quickly turns, the wheels skidding slightly.
“I hate driving in snow,” I groan, my stomach churning apprehensively.
“It’s okay baby, don’t be scared,” Shawn chuckles, one hand reaching over to rest just below my knee. I could so kiss him right now.
I place my own hand over the top of his, sliding my fingers between the gaps and curling them under into his palm.
“I hope you’re parents like me,” I say, my hands trembling from both the cold and the nerves. Glancing quickly at him, his eyes still locked on the road.
“They’ll like you, I mean If I like you then they have to. I’m a tricky man to please,” Shawn teases, squeezing my thigh gently.
“Shawn,” I whine, just as we pull up in a driveway. “Not helping,”
He unbuckles his seat belt turning to face me.
“You’ll be fine Y/N, You’re incredible and there isn’t a single thing not to like about you,” Shawn tells me, eyes lit with the same happiness from the coffee shop. I might have kissed him then if it wasn’t for his mum rushing out the front door calling Shawn’s name.
“Come on, come meet my family,”
Then there was right now. We were both laying on the couch watching a movie, Shawn’s hand twirling my hair lazily.
“This is my favorite bit,” I whisper, nodding to the small laptop screen perched on the coffee table.
“Is it?” he asks, voice raspy from not saying anything for a while. I nod once before looking at him out of the corner of my eye. His gaze was already upon me.
I titled my head to look at him. “What?” I whisper curiously.
“Nothing. You just look really beautiful,”
“Shawn,” I say abruptly, heat flaming my cheeks. He grins, nuzzling his nose against my neck.
The warmth in his eyes made me want to pull him even closer against me if it was even possible, his words sending shivers up my spine. I wasn’t used to this unknown feeling flowing through my veins. I wasn’t used to what ever Shawn made me feel.
His breath was feather light against my neck as I felt him exhale shakily as if my presence affected him.
“You okay?” I ask, my hand brushing away some of his brown locks that fell against his forehead.
“Perfect,” He whispers, his arm tightening around my waist to hold me closer. We hadn’t really been this close together before and the feeling of his warm body against mine had me screaming internally.
I couldn’t seem to tear my gaze away from his eyes, taking in the brown depths, hinted with flecks of green that were nearly covered by his pupils.
“Can I try something?” He asks so quietly that I thought I had imagined it.
“Um… sure,” I breath, heart hammering heavily in my chest.
Slowly his head moved closer until his forehead was pressed against mine. He was so close I could count every eyelash that framed his dark eyes.
“You trust me?” Shawn whispers, searching my face for any signs of uncertainty.
“Of course,” I say immediately and the result made my heart flutter. Finally.
His lips pressed against mine, a touch so soft that I craved more. I wanted more. I couldn’t think of anything else except for Shawn and how he was kissing me. My thoughts consumed by him.
But then he was gone, cold air pressing against my once warm lips. I opened my eyes, not realizing I had shut them.
“That was… that was good,” I bite my lip, not knowing what else to say. How about kiss me again.
“Can I do it again?” Shawn asks, a grin spread across his face, almost as if he read my mind. “Been wanting to do that for quite a while.”
And there it was. The look from the coffee shop and from the car.
“You can kiss me whenever you want,” I mumble before kissing the corner of his mouth softly, teasingly.
Shawn’s hand winds its way through my hair at the base of my scalp before pulling me towards him again.
[[I saw a crap ton of ppl doing a “mer-May” thing where u draw a character as a mermaid/merman, so I thought I’d join in! I feel like an ass bc I doodled this instead of answering asks ripp. Sorry it’s not colored, you know me, I don’t really color in my art haha, I should work on that lol. Also thank you so much for 700+ followers I’m screaming!!!!]]
a/n: this came out longer than i expected bc i got carried away with the ridiculousness of soonyoung
soulmate au where you will switch bodies with each other randomly
everyone thought soonyoung was the unlucky 1% that didn’t have a soulmate
why? because he didn’t have anything that showed signs of having one
he didn’t have a timer, he couldn’t hear his soul mates thoughts, he couldn’t feel anything his soulmate did
but soonyoung was positive, no matter how many people gave him that pity look soonyoung always smiled brightly because he definitely knows he has one.
soonyoung looked online for answers and he found a forum about people who didn’t have any physical signs of a soulmate, he discovered that for some people it takes time for it to develop
so that’s what soonyoung believes
“it’s not that I don’t have a soulmate. I just haven’t figured out how to find them”
he’s really positive through all of this, he’s just this kind of really free spirit that whole heartedly believes he has one and on the off chance that he is in fact that 1% well he says he’ll just steal seokmin’s soul mate
the first time he switched bodies with you wow did he freak out a lot
he woke up really groggy and didn’t know where he was because the blanket was a lot fluffier than he remembered and when did he get a lot more pillows and why does his chest feel heavy
soonyoung literally shoots up out of bed and falls off and He’s running to the bathroom and he has this horrified face like “IM A GIRL”
he’s really really really confused and so he does what any person would go
google ‘'why did I suddenly turn into a girl’
turns out a lot of the results point towards soulmates and now soonyoung is grinning from ear to ear like “TAKE THAT SEOKMIN I ACTUALLY HAVE A SOULMATE”
and for 10 minutes soonyoung stares in the mirror bc wow his soulmate is kinda breathtaking even with bed hair
feels really really really bad bc he has to change out of your pajamas and He’s closing his eyes with your shirt off trying to find another shirt and He’s screaming “IM SORRY”
leaves a note on your mirror saying he’s sorry once again
finally changes into normal clothes and because he feels kind of skeptic, he’s slowly stepping out of your room
found your phone and wants to unlock it but doesn’t know the password so he can’t really call anyone
instead he locks himself in your apartment out of fear because he doesn’t know what a girl acts like
decides to binge watch tv shows and eat the junk food you had lying around (you did not appreciate the 15 bags of snacks he decided to eat)
he discovers your laptop and luckily for him it wasn’t locked, he’s messing around when it finally occurs to him that he could log into his facebook and call the members
video calls seokmin
seokmin screams when a girl answers “WHO ARE YOU”
soonyoung decides to mess with seokmin like “hi seokmin, I really enjoyed our time last night”
cue seokmins soulmate in the background asking who she is and why they were together
soonyoung laughing his ass off before he’s like “okay sorry, it’s soonyoung’
“stop lying, soonyoung is a boy”
“I’m soonyoung I switched bodies with my soul mate”
“DID SOONYOUNG PUT YOU UP TO THIS.”
“I SAID IM SOONYOUNG”
that goes on for 5 minutes before soonyoung is finally like “FINE THEN WHERE IS SOONYOUNG”
soonyoung goes to his apartment bc apparently his soulmate locked themselves in his room and refuses to come out
when the doors open Chan, Minghao, and Jun are staring at the small girl at the door like “who are you”
“I’m here for soonyoung”
Chan: he’s kind of busy right now
soonyoung doesn’t even bother, he walked right straight in and knocks on his door “hey its me.”
and the three boys watch in astonishment as the door opens and the girl is being pulled in
‘'does soonyoung have a girlfriend”
now soonyoung is looking at himself in the eyes of his soulmate
“did you change my clothes?”
“iM SORRY I SWEAR I DIDNT LOOK THOUGH.”
you two just kinda sit in his room together really astonished that this was how the universe decided to have you guys be soul mates
and its really silent for a while before soonyoung says “I didn’t look at your body but did you?”
“ARE YOU SERIOUSLY ASKING THAT RIGHT NOW”
“I WAS JUST CURIOUS”
it isn’t until the next morning when you guys switch back, so you basically spent the whole night together kind of getting to know each other
when you two switch back its a fight for the bathroom because you two literally held it in for 24 hours
“THIS IS MY BATHROOM”
“YOU CHANGED MY CLOTHES WITHOUT ASKING”
jun, minghao, and chan sitting in the kitchen staring at the chaos because one) soonyoung just spent the night with a girl and two) what was that about changing her clothes
after telling everyone the whole body switch situation everything just kinda makes sense now
you and soonyoung will switch bodies at least once a month
its really weird and random but you two actually end up enjoying it after the first few times
you asked soonyoung to dance in your body once and you literally developed a massive crush on yourself bc you looked good
you and soonyoung actually start to get use to being in each others bodies like you don’t mind using the bathroom in his body (since you saw it while doing the do)
soonyoung acts cutely when he’s in your body, says oppa a lot because it sounds cute from your voice
“I swear to god soonyoung”
HE ONCE GOT YOUR PERIOD WHILE IN YOUR BODY AND STARTED SCREAMING THAT HE WAS DYING
it was the worse body switch of your life because soonyoung cried saying his face was so beautiful
soonyoung uses your body to flirt and mess with the guys
the first time soonyoung knew he loved you was the day after your 3rd time switching bodies
he woke up with you snuggled into his chest, his arm was being used as your head rest as you lazily had your arm draped around his stomach
and you were dressed in his large white t-shirt with shorts on and even though he was the one that put it on the day before it was an entirely new sight with his actual eyes
he couldn’t help but stare at your features because he found you so beautiful, so naturally breathtaking and he wondered if you saw just how beautiful you were to him when you are in his body
like he just can’t wrap his head around it, when he’s in your body he just thinks ‘'oh I’m y/n for today okay’ but when he’s looking at you with his own eyes and body, he just feels his chest thump loudly and all he wants to do is lift you in his arms and pepper you with kisses
and while he’s watching you sleep soundly into his chest with bits of drool at the ends of your mouth he’s swooning in his head and his whole body fills with joy and that’s when he knows he’s head over heels
soonyoung prefers sports bras over regular ones and you could not agree more
you two literally bond a lot about the struggles of being a guy and girl
you once gave guy advice to the other boys and it was really awkward because they always forget that you become soonyoung once a month
jun once complimented your body to soonyoung while you were in soonyoungs body
it was awkward so you decided to not tell jun that it was the time of the month
but you appreciated the compliment
while in your body, soonyoung got hit on and he didn’t know what to do
“being a girl is hard”
once got turned on while in your body
“WE ARE NOT TRYING WHILE OUR BODIES ARE SWITCHED SOONYOUNG”
soulmate soonyoung is a really cute free spirited guy that respects your body while he’s in it. and he just really really loves you and always makes sure your body is in tip top shape for the next day. he’s also just a cute bun that likes to mess with others but by the end of the day he just loves snuggling with you and holding you in his arms
Request: JOKER SMUT WITH KNIFE-PLAY OR GUN-PLAY, IM SCREAMING, JUST ROUGH JOKER, BUT THEN THE AFTERCARE COMES UP AND HES SO SWEET ARGH
Warning: GUN PLAY, Smut
A/N: I gotcha Anon! My first time I wrote something like this and I’m so excited and nervous! I thought about both, knife and gun play and decided I want to do gun play a little bit more, I don’t know. I just saw the Joker with an awesome flashy gun in my mind and then some sexy things happened and yeah… Sorry I took so long and if it’s bad. School/Work is fucking me over.
Real life sucks.
He grabbed your throat and pushed you against the wall, pressing his red lips against yours. You moaned, your fingers sliding up his biceps, grabbing them as you felt no air rushing through your lungs. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, dominating you for mere seconds before he broke the kiss, leaving you with want.
“On your knees.” His voice was deep and seductive, and you did what he said.
He pulled out his golden gun and you looked up, eyes big. Pointing it at you, just a few inches from your forehead, he grinned and flashed you his metal teeth. You gulped but trusted him enough to not to kill you.
“What a little obedient thing you are.” You only nodded keenly.
His gun wandered a little bit down, touching for a second your nose, then moving closer to your lips, and you knew what he wanted.
And it sent arousing shockwaves through naked your lower parts.
“Be a good little thing and use your tongue.”
You closed your lips around the gun. It was cold and tasted like metal and gunpowder, something that strangely aroused you. Slowly, you sucked the loaded gun and made eye contact with the Joker, letting your tongue slide over the shaft while you kept your hands crossed on your back. You let out a loud moan, working eagerly and wetting the weapon with your spit.
The Joker laughed and pushed the gun deeper into your mouth, making you gag but you didn’t stop sucking until he took the gun away. Spit dripped down your chin.
He fisted the hair at the back of your head and pulled it back, making you look pained at him. “On the bed. On all fours, baby.”
You stood up and crawled slowly onto the bed, naked and on all fours, waiting for the Joker to take you. You heard the zipper and his pants, how they rustled and fell down to the ground.
Eagerly, you wiggled your hips, spreading invitingly your legs but shrieked when he suddenly slapped your ass. Once, Twice, Thrice. And then a last time. “Outch.” You whispered, and he chuckled and grabbed your hips, placing himself at your entrance. His hands wandered over your ass and back, caressing you and leaving goosebumps.
You moaned when you felt his tip slide inside of you, teasing you before he pushed himself in, and groaned when your walls clenched around him. Immediately, he began to move in a steady pace, slamming into you, filling the room with the sound of your bodies hitting each other.
He thrusted harder, faster, deeper in you, drawing screams from you.
You screamed, you gasped, you fisted the sheets and savored the intense feeling he made you feel through the rough pounding. His fingers burried between your legs, the Joker began to rub your clit, fast and harshly, moaning and groaning, until you felt your climax washing over you, like an untamed wave. You called out his name, causing him to reach his own climax, and cumming inside of you.
With a shaky breath you pressed your face into the pillow, trying to calm yourself down, while the Joker pushed himself away, and rolled himself onto his back, breathless and sex-dazed, pulling you with him. “You’re so fearless.” he said, his hand burried in your hair, and pulled you into a heated kiss before breaking it after mere seconds, smearing his red lipstick all over your mouth. “I like it.”
You smiled and placed your head over his racing heart. “Lets do that again.”
“You’re so eager.”
He chuckled at your words and caressed your cheek with his rough pale hand, tugging you closer to him.
“Only with you, J.” You answered and took a deep breath, taking in his unique scent. “Only with you.”
I didn’t know being sex-buddies is so painful. Of course he promise he
will not be so rough and this will be fun and nice but he lied. But this
isn’t hurt only in that way
No feelings, jealousy or anything like that. Just sex.
It’s not good. Especially if you have feelings for your sex-friend.
Although this more look like he use me as his sex doll. This will didn’t
bother me that much if he wouldn’t hit me and act like i’m a slut. I
have wounds everywhere on my body, just like the ones i’m healing now.
Everyday it’s getting worse and i don’t know why.
Yesterday was awful and it didn’t look like today will be better.
Just in the moment i end healing myself i heard door open with a bang
and someone slammed them. I think Palette is angry. I’m fucked up.
I look out the door to see Palette walking in circle. He was really
pissed off because of something. As soon as he notice me with a gesture
he showed me to come to him.
I slowly stepped towards him. Before i was in front of him, he said:
- On your knees.
I wasn’t even going to oppose. I tried once. It didn’t end well.
I did what he wanted. Whe i look up first thing i saw was his member. I
know pretty well what i have to do but i don’t want to. When he saw that
i’m hesitating he grab back of my skull and forced his cock into my
mouth. I don’t want to pissed him off more so i started deep throating. I
heard some grunts and moans from him.
After some time he climax in my mouth and i swallowed it all.
He throw me on to the couch and ripped my clothes in pieces.
After a while i felt that Palette slamed his whole lenght into me and
start thrusting. It was so painful. Twarz forced i my eyes a d fall down
like waterfalls but i wasn’t gonna beg him to stop or wait a little. He
will definitly ignore me and went harder.
Every second he was thrusting more roughly making me scream in pain.
- W..Who you belongs to, huh?~ W
.. Who is your master, you dirty piece of garbage?~ ngh… Answer m..me! - He said
- Y..You ~ You a..are! - i hate when he call me like that but what i can do?
Passed a long and painful moment before he climax deep in me which
caused me to climax. Sperm went on me, him and a little on couch…
When he pull out of me, he notice cum all over him and kick me in the
stomach. I bowed in half(?). Palette only look at me .. But… Different
than before. Like he felt guilt for what he did…
I tried to get up but fail miserably. Ii hissed in pain and lay on the couch again.
Then Palette picked me up and go with me to my room.
I look at him with gratidute and smile a little. He just glanced at me briefly and put me in the bed.
I think i heard a “goodnight” from him…
I smiled more and fall asleep.
- Next day -
I wake up wih pain in my ass and nausea. I didn’t even make a step forward bathroom and puked on the floor.
“ Meh.. I will clean this later” - i think
I ran to the bathroom and puke again and again until i notice something.
In my belly… There was small soul.
What should i do?!
I know Palette wouldn’t want that child and maybe kill me or it so… I think… i have to ran away.
I don’t want to but i have to.
Hope you like it senpai! And i’m soooo sorry for my terrible English ;w; — zagadka251
tHIS- IS SUCH AN AMAZING FICS LIKE HOLYYY SHT DUDE IM SUPER EXCITED WHAT WILL PUDDIN THINK ABOUT THE LIL BBY ASDFGHJK
do you have any headcanons about how chuuya, dazai, and kunikida would confess their love to their s/o for the first time? thank you so much!
Chuuya is slow to realize he likes you, often mistaking these feelings for annoyance and irritation. But his face completely shows you how he feels. He gets flustered all too easily and tends to slip up on is words.
When he finally notices, he has small outbursts because he feels so lost and confused. Chuuya has never felt like this and hates how he can’t control his emotions. Whenever he’s around you, he tends to avoid eye contact. The thought of you knowing is just so embarrassing, too much for smol angry Chuuya to handle.
After a while he finally summons enough courage to tell you. He’ll go all out, renting out a fancy cruise restaurant just for you and him. If you’re horrified of such elegant (and expensive wowie) gestures, don’t worry. The exterior of this “date” may seem uptight, but in reality it’s just two of you having a good time. Chuuya’s quite into spoiling his s/o, and refuses to give you anything but a grand gesture. At the end of the night, when you’re both fulfilled and under the moonlight’s blessing, Chuuya confesses. There’s not an ounce of hesitation in his words, despite having been so nervous he couldn’t utter a single word when practicing.
Dazai realizes he’s in love with you as soon as the emotions set in. In a way, he’s thrilled. He’s always felt isolated and alone, but feeling love made him feel the slightest bit of human. You see his real smile more often, as though he is truly enjoying life for once.
He becomes way more touchy. And most of the time these gestures may seem casual, but he really just wants to have contact with you. Dazai also seems to tease you more often then usual, not because he thinks embarrasing you is fun (but he totally does lmao), but because he loves seeing all your facial expressions. He just finds them so cute and can’t help but admire them.
This man is literally unpredictable, he would choose the randomest time to confess. Like imagine, you guys are at the grocery store picking up a dessert for a party and you’re mentally debating whether to get a chocolate pie or sugar cookies when Dazai gently rests his hands on your shoulders and turns you around; with shiny eyes, he professes his love for you. Or when you’re at work, chatting amongst the other agency members, and out of no where Dazai would begin to confess. With all these possiblites, I’d reccommend you watch your back when you’re around this boy.
Indenial precious baby. He can’t believe this happened so suddenly and angry it doesn’t follow his book of ideals. Once Kunikida realizes he’s in love, he can’t keep a conversation for crap and avoids you at all costs.
He’ll try to follow his book and ask you out on a date, but he gets completetly choked up and can’t utter a single word. It isn’t until members of the agency (those lil sinners) force the two of you in a situation where you’re forced to communicate that actual progress is made.
In the situation mentioned above (leaving the details to you 😉), Kunikida gains the courage to tell you how much you mean to him. He’s surprised about how smoothly it came out, or that it even came out in the first place! When you return his feelings, he’s literally so happy I couldn’t even begin to describe his reaction.
A/N: Hey guys! I’m back! I don’t really know what to say, but as usual, I hope you guys keep supporting this imagine (aND ALSO EXO OF COURSE), I LOVE YOU ALL! Oh! Also, feel free to request imagine, or anything, really! also feedback would be nice heheh
Summary: (y/n) and Park Chanyeol used to be friends, chat with each other, until one day, he keeps ignoring her, what could possibly happened between them?
Warning: a lot of crying, a lot of angriness (also grammar mistakes and bad english, forgive me, i’m not a native speaker)
Summary: You and Jihoon had been close since you both were little but since you both had started to go to the same high school, things have gotten a little messy. Needless to say you both started acting in ways that screamed jealousy.
Author’s Note: WOW ITS BEEN FOREVER SINCE IVE WRITTEN (i have tests every week wow i hate school) I’m so sorry if this isn’t really what you wanted, I wasn’t sure how to write this bc I’m doing it from Jihoon being international age (18) which would make the character 15 so i made it super cute and not really angst? also bc i’m not good with writing angst IM SRRY ILY
Recent A/N: OH GOD IM READING THIS OVER AND I THINK ITS SUPER BAD SO IM SORRY TO WHOEVER REQUESTED THIS (also if this does not have the keep reading bar on mobile i am sorry rip the mobile ppl bc i made this really long FHDJSKFHK
“oh Y/N look it’s Jihoon!”
you classmate almost yelled as you went towards the window of classroom. You saw park Jihoon walking into the school with his two friends and you couldn’t help but think about how handsome he was
Jihoon was almost like the school’s star, almost bc Kang Daniel was the school’s star.
but nonetheless it didn’t matter bc you has a huge crush on him
emphasize on the word crush because there were tons of other girls who liked him as well.
the only problem you had…was well
yall were three years apart.
you were pretty sure that even if you had the chance to date him his army of fangirls will hunt you down and take you down like nothing mattered anymore.